Salt Lake evening Democrat. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1885-1887, 1887-04-02


is occupied by old wooLsoN.
ladies' of Trinity Episcopal parish Not many
years ago, however, it was the homestead of
Charles Jarvis Woolson.
And who is Woolson?
Iron men and mongers remember him as
one of the primeval foundry men of the west,
while writer here and a reader there recog-
nize him as the father of Constance Fenimore
Woolson, that pleasing weaver of fiction and
description.
Cooking stoves and literary skill A strange
combination, you must admit, but a potent
one, so far as the Woolsons are concerned for
it has brought them both riches and reputa-
ton. The family came here forty-seven
years ago, when Constance, alack my gal
lantry, was little miss in short gowns. Yer
mont had been their home and the fashion
ing OF iron into peaceful implements their
sustenance. Charles Jarvis Woolson was
man of education, and in the heyday of rosy
fingered youth he had aspirations be-
yond his fathers fiourishing foundry While
yet but slip of youth he edited news
paper in New Hampshire, and at 81 he
nodded public opinion in and about Char
lotteville, Va, while his sire nodded plow-
shares and pruning hooks in the shadow of
the Green mountains far away. The New
England Palladium, a Boston daily, was his
ownership later on, but the glare of gold led
him from the realms of journalism to the
precincts of trade and industry, and he Joined
his father.
At Cooperstown, N. Y, he found wife in
the person of Miss Pomeroy, niece of Feni-
more Cooper, and the first daughter was
named for her distinguished great uncle
MT. " OOlcOn'C ctnuoc TO
the first line of "Endymion,n were things of
beauty and joys eternal to the pioneers who
blazed their divers ways through the forests
of Ohio, Indiana and Michigan. Fires, finan-
clal panlcs and dishonest partners combated
his energy and business capacity, but to no
purpose. and when he died, eighteen years
ago, he left his family a competency for all
time to come.
Meanwhile the young authoress spun stories.
for the pleasure of her family. Her summers
were spent in the woods and on the lakes. |
Nature enchanted her, and her tales are all |
stamped with freshness that comes only |
from sunshine and the pure air of country |
road and forest glade. When her younger
sister married George S. Benedict a career
was opened to her. Benedict's father was
half owner and editor of The Cleveland
Herald newspaper, which at that time was
the greatest daily in all northern Ohio
Young Benedict took his bright sister-in-law to
New York and introduced her to the Harpers.
and they read her stories. They not ONLY
'ead them but they bought them on the SPOT.
| hat was sixteen years ago-a span only, but
lime enough in which to create name that
will live in literature The Harpers are
hrewd men, and as such they induced Feni-
more Cooper's grand niece to trade upon her
ancestry as well rs upon her talent. By their
Idvlce Miss W9olson wrote over her full
lame, and with the aid of printers ink they
Informed the public of her relationship to the
'reat Cooper of Cooperstown. A legitimate
throughout, and very proper
ne, too.
The Woolsons were noted far and near for :
he excursions they made into the country.
dr.. Woolson owned spanking team of
rays, that were celebrated for their qualities
s roadsters. He often boosted that he could
ell the number of miles he had Travelled by
imply looking at his watch. so uniform was
he gait of his horses. Zoar is nearly thirty
eagues from Cleveland and quite near a rail-
Dad, but Miss Vi oolson always made the
quincy IN carriage behind the grays MANY r
her stories are located there
Miss WoolSon has not visited Cleveland in
lany years, and she is rapidly passing from
ne memories of all save those who knew her
her YOUTH JAMES B. MORROW. r